Guile

A poem by Johnny Ojanpera and Phen Weston

Creeping static reflects her tension
Of instinctive obsequious will,
Succulent paralysis against suspension,
Another photographic still.

Sweeping radical by his intention
To bend such a metal with innate skill
Selling souls and touting the tricks
Pocketing damsels for thrills

The ring master spoke, a chilling waul,
“Ladies, gentleman, it’s time for the kicks!
Extraordinary, miraculous, come one! Come all!
Come drown your sins in the waters of Styx!”

The water is cold, with your troubles white hot
Your need is dire, the mood more reckless
Absolution by baptism a leap away
Drink in my poison, in death be blessed

What did she suspect with abstract thought?
Synergy conforming, while the emotive, convalesce
Between grades of shadowed play,
Ransacked stare, her heart undressed

Creeping static reflects her tension
Of instinctive obsequious will,
Succulent paralysis against suspension,
Another photographic still.

© Phen Weston 2014 & © Johnny Ojanpera 2014

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Johnny Ojanpera is a truly exceptional, talented and versatile writer. Its been amazing and an honour to collaborate with him on here. If you dont already follow him you’re missing out… Find him here. Also check out his fantastic books, and support Indie Writers!

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